Monday, October 17, 2005

Food, Inglorious Food

For those of you feel that this site is begining to take on culinary airs, we have Cousin Jim (as distinct from Maine Jim, Brooklyn Jim, or Brendan Nemesis Jamie) to thank for bringing us back down to earth with the following link:

How could one resist a dish called "Fluffy Mackerel Pudding", especially when it is described like this:

"Once upon a time the world was young and the words "mackerel" and "pudding" existed far, far away from one another. One day, that all changed. And then, whoever was responsible somehow thought the word fluffy would help. Oh, and eggs, too."

I think that one was on Magdelen Street, although you could well be right. I seem to recall you not being so blunt, but rather commiserating about the Turkish seizure of Northern Cyprus in 1974 with owners you took to be Greek Cypriot, only to find out that they were cleaver waving Turks.

Was that the kebab shop by the bridge on Magdelen Street? as they were definatley Turkish Cypriot according to my mate Adamos. He would refuse to go in so had to wait outside while we bought his. His stance only stretched so far after a hard night watching Chris Sutton celebrating his transfer by kicking posh cars in Tombland.

Last I heard Adamos was still avoiding going to Cyprus, in order not to do military service, despite being born in James Paget, not being a Cypriot citizen and having a British passport.

There was apparantly some "consulate" in the back of a butchers in North London who would provide you with a waiver letter for a fee if you did need to go to Cyprus.

As far as the incident with the flag is concerned, it was hanging from the lighting rig of the local nightclub, and being ever concerned for public safety, I did the decent thing and moved to remove the fire hazard. In doing so I dropped it on the beer stained dance floor and may have stepped on it as well.